Blaine was different from what I expected. When I had first seen him in the alley I thought he was just another drunk. I had to just help him though. When I got closer to him I realized that he wasn't drunk. Nowhere near that in fact. His skin was pallid and dark circles rested directly under his eyes. They weren't doing much to compliment the bags that accompanied them. Yet he couldn't actually live like that. His outfit had told me that easily. The special design on the fabric couldn't be created by just anyone. I thought for the slightest of moments that he was a thief but that didn't fit his description either.

As promised I did get Blaine something to eat. Thank god that a diner was nearby, I could tell Blaine desperately needed the energy. I insisted that he come to my apartment. It would only be a single night and he could leave first thing in the morning. Blaine agreed and fell into a deep sleep the second that he had hit the couch.

It wasn't like me to watch somebody sleep but I couldn't help it with Blaine. He still looked flushed though not as much under fed. He was still in bad shape as well. I hoped that sleep would do him some good yet it didn't seem to have helped. In fact he appeared to only be getting worse. The circles under his eyes grew darker and his skin was almost as pale as the freshly washed sheets up on my bed. The sun was just beginning to rise when I finally climbed into bed. I knew it would be hours before Blaine would awake. I needed just a few hours of sleep after today.

I had returned to the living room the following morning when Blaine's phone was blaring rather loudly. A groan had escaped him although it didn't sound like a groan. More like a terrible growl. His eyes fluttered open revealing dark amber eyes. It was disturbing just to look at. Blaine ignored me and reached to silence his phone. He hadn't said a word since last night and a look of pain rested on his face. My stomach churned as he stared into my eyes.

"Good morning," I greeted him. Another growl had erupted from him. That one causing me to jump.

"Where am I?" he questioned, eyes darting to take in everything in the room before falling into my own. His voice still sounding unnaturally hoarse.

"My apartment. I brought you here last night after we left the diner," I explained to him. His expression failed to soften as I had hoped. His intense stare seemed to not only stare deeply into my own but as if they were searching for something inside of me.

"Would you like some water or something?" I questioned him. Blaine still hadn't spoken. As a response he just shook his head. Perhaps he was just shy. I walked over to the couch to sit beside him. I could feel Blaine shift in discomfort. I turned away from him. The glare he was giving me was far too creepy. We sat in silence for a few minutes. When I though I actually heard a whimper. I turned to Blaine in an instant. The noise hadn't come from him had it?

"Uh Blaine?" I asked reaching over and extending a hand to him. Clearly that had been a bad move. A wild hiss flew from his clenched teeth. In a brisk moment he was off the couch and right out the front door. All of this in less than two seconds. It's not humanly possible. I just sat staring off into his direction. I couldn't muster any words or move any part of my body. What just happened?

~Blaine~

I hadn't gotten too far from Kurt's apartment when my fatigue had caught up with me. My sprint had begun to slow and I was barely moving. I had to beat him home. It was essential. I was so far from home yet I just had to make it. My legs had begun to give out under me and every fiber in my body told me to stop but there was something else. A voice much louder had told me to stop. This was one I knew all too well.

"Hello Blaine," the voice rang in a low tone. I let out a groan upon hearing it.

"Hey Sebastian,"